Jatukarmas
Chapter 31

There are thousands of people who come to the city of M in one week. All the inns are full. So that people who do not get to the inn, choose to stay in the wooden huts provided by Mr. Narjuman.

Most of the people who come are not to take part in the competition. They come more as spectators and cheerful just to enjoy the crowds that rarely occur.

There are also those who come in large groups to encourage their respective heroes.

That afternoon Mr. Narjuman welcomed several martial party leaders who had been invited as witnesses. Among the party's students there were also some young heroes who were interested in participating in the competition.

He was accompanied by some of his relatives and students. The officers were busy going back and forth to bring drinks and snacks.

"Welcome, welcome," gleefully Mr. Narjuman addressed the vice-leader of the Gunung Kemukus party, a fairly well-known party in Jenggala.

Nyai Bawani, vice leader of Mount Kemukus smiled knot. The old lady with a unique look looked quite creepy. His sunken eyes were reddish in color, but the look of his eyes was sharp. Deep wrinkles filled his face and neck. Surprisingly, his hands looked smooth like a young lady.

"Thank you for the welcome, Mr. Narjuman. Today I delivered some of my disciples as cheer."

The grandmother took a seat in front, reserved for the leaders of the party or society. His students, all women, sat at the back.

The next guest was a swordsman almost half a century old. He was a friend of Mr. Narjuman since young.

This person is the ruler of the island of Bidara which is far to the northeast of the island of Jawadwipa. Although they are friendly, but they always like to tease each other and nyek.

"Abirangga.. You finally came too !" mr. Narjuman hugged the man while laughing cheerfully.

"Where will your daughter be worshipped?" asked Abirangga looking for.

"You're crazy, huh? Of course my son is still frowned upon, yet to be seen !"

" don't-don't-don't your girls look bad !" abirangga.

"Heh, your ass is stern !" mr. Narjula hit his best friend's shoulder.

At the back there was a little commotion. Abirangga's son Abimana quarreled with the female disciples of Nyi Bawani.

"What are women doing? Do you want to find a husband?" The mischievous youth moved his brows to mock the group of white-clothed women.

At first the disciples were silent. But Abimana brazenly poked the chin of one of the youngest disciples.

The student initially just turned to Abimana with a fierce look. But the bad boy did not stop. He pretended to hug and kiss the girl. The girl got up from her seat and slapped Abimana.

" Why slap me?" abimana Protest. With a plain look he held his red cheek from the girl's hand.

"Huh !" that's all the girl said. His hand was ready to draw his sword if the delinquent still bothered him.

"Heh, Abimana ! Why are you bothering those girls? They were the disciples of the noble Nyi Bawani !" Abirangga laughing.

Nyi Bawani just smiled cynically.

Indeed, Abimana's mischief declined from his father who was famous during his youth as an ignorant swordsman.

Thankfully Abiman knew himself. This is not the island of Bidara, its territory. He cannot do it . So he sat down sweetly and spread a smile.

By late afternoon, almost all of the guests had arrived.

Mr. Narjuman also sent his employees to take guests to rest in the cottage they had been provided for.

For the leaders of the party, it is welcome to stay at the house of Lord Narjuman himself which is very large and spacious.

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Harya Wisanggeni stayed at one of the huts mingling with her soldiers. None of Lord Narjuman's side was able to recognize the young man in disguise.

Nila Warsiki or Citra Kartika taught Wisanggeni to disguise himself as a middle-aged man with a thick mustache. His soldiers had also been disguised like a bunch of ordinary village youths.

The day that all the guests and invitations had been waiting for finally arrived.

That morning after the breakfast together, guests were welcome to gather at the arena. They occupy seats according to their respective ranks.

Nila Warsiki, Surya Kencana and Harya Wisanggeni sit in the back row. Behind them stood the Wisanggeni warriors mingling with the surrounding villagers.

The event was opened by a welcome dance performed by several young and beautiful girls. The spectators boisterously clapped and squeaked as the girls sprinkled fragrant flowers at them.

After the dance ended, Mr. Narjuman appeared with his wife. They led a beautiful girl, clear skinned like crystal, with a smile as sweet as honey.

"Allow us to introduce our only daughter, Wulandari ... He is our heir. "

The beautiful girl covered both her hands, then saluted the audience. The clapping returned.

Mr. Narjuman's wife led his daughter back in. When they disappeared from the stage, the audience sighed in disappointment.

With a smile, Mr. Narjuman announced the ceremony.

" Those allowed to follow this competition, first are unmarried youth, with an age of no more than thirty years. Second, healthy born bathin. Third, have a high silat science and able to escape from the challengers. Fourth, the challengers must not kill each other. If one of the challengers had given up, the match was considered over. The winners will be pitted against fellow winners. The one who came out as the last winner will instantly become the winner of the competition !"

The spectators clapped.

A young man jumped onto the stage while showing off his cleverness. He stayed in the air three times before stepping on stage. Applause made him bow with joy .

A young man from a party jumped onto the stage. After mutual respect, begin their fight . Attack each other to show each other's abilities. It turned out that the second young man could be defeated in a short period of time.

Several pairs of fighters showed ability, until midday it had obtained six winners of the first session .

Abhimana jumped on stage. Arrogantly he pointed at the young man who stood as the seventh challenger.

"Eh, you go down now and admit defeat. Otherwise, I'll break your accomplice !"

The tall young man was dumb. He was none other than the leader of Wisanggeni's bodyguard who was told to go forward by his master.

"Whatchu mean? Shouldn't we fight fair?"

"I just feel sorry that your hard-formed arm and leg muscles are broken. Kan darling, "Abimana chuckles.

The bullied young man was silent. He began to attack and reply Abimana casually.

The fight happened quite fiercely and long, much longer than the fight that had passed. Over time the burly young man lost his breath and lost quickly, also lost strength in.

Nila Warsiki saw the abomination of Abimana who always attacked the weak and deadly parts. But the attack is subtle and heinous, it will not be seen damage to important organs in the short term, so it does not violate the provisions of the competition.

But the observant eyes of Nila Warsiki cannot be fooled. The blows launched by Abimana do look slow but very dangerous. The burly youth repeatedly received blows to his chest and jaw, so that blood poured out of his open wound .

The burly young man repeatedly tried to give a sign of surrender, but with cunning Abimana always got in the way. Lastly, he threw a punch towards the left chest of the burly youth .

Nila Warsiki diam2 prepared a small pebble. The flickering of the pebble hit Abimana's elbow joint at high speed, until the young man gasped and shouted in pain.

The opportunity was used by the burly youth to become a sign of surrender, then quickly he jumped down from the stage .

Abhimana who saw his opponent could break away felt riled up. He looked to the left right to find the person who had touched his elbow. But he could not find anyone suspicious. In a fit of annoyance he jumped off the stage .

Harya Wisanggeni and his friends welcomed the burly young man. The head of the bodyguard was taken to the cottage to be treated by some of his colleagues.

"Sister, that crazy young man is so vile in his nature !" whisper Nila Warsiki on Surya Kencana. "Who is he?"

"He is Abimana, son of Abirangga ruler of the island of Bidara," Wisanggeni replied.

"It turns out they are the rulers of the island of Bidara?" whispered Surya Kencana. "Those who are feared by fishermen and sailors?"

"Rubber, Kakang Surkan !" reply Wisanggeni .

"Hm .." Surya Kencana also recorded the information in the heart . Anybody allied with lord Narjuman would be allied with the party group of the Dead Bats and the Black Sand.

The first round battle was finally over, after ten winners. With Abimana's advance, not many more young men dared to complain of fate.

The audience is served lunch. Nila Warsiki secretly asked all her colleagues not to consume any food served.

After the meal break, the next round of fighting was exciting and great. The winners were reduced to five. After that, it was reduced to three people.

Three winners, Abimana. Then a thick young man from the mountain with a reddish skin and dreadlocks. And another named Loka Wijaya, son of the leader of the martial party of Lodaya in the west.

The first to advance was the dreadlocks youth.

Seeing the young man come forward, Abimana came forward to challenge him.

"Heh dreadlocks, your face is disgusting. You better hurry up from here. Just seeing you here has made me vomit !"

"We have the same right to fight for the beautiful Wulandari !" the gimbal youth laughed disdainfully.

Abimana.

"Geli I imagine Wulandari fighting with you ! Listen gimbal, your face is still too ugly when juxtaposed with Wulandari's toes !"

"That's what you said ! But the condition of this competition is nothing to say the participant must be handsome ! Who wins, he will be married to the beautiful ! Haha..."

In a fit of rage, Abimana attacked the dreadlocks. Unfortunately, every step and movement of the young man can always be broken by the dreadlocks.

Until finally, Abimana took out her secret style, a subtle poisonous punch.

Honey, the one faced this time was not a mere mountain youth.

The reddish-faced dreadlocks were not only able to dispel Abimana's poisonous punch. Instead retaliated with a more dangerous attack, until finally Abimana was beaten repeatedly.

The corner of Abhimana's lips drained blood. His right hand was broken. So by force, he turned towards the audience, which means he lost.

The crowd cheers.

The dreadlocks jutted many times, towards the audience in front, left right. Lastly, he turned towards the back, even though there was no audience backstage.

The audience laughed.

Nila Warsiki and Wisanggeni exchanged lyrics while smiling .

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